A Warrior's Dream
April 3rd 2008 02:06
Finally!
First Id like to give to some background on how I got there. We all know that the Raven is a messenger. Some misguided people believe him to be a messenger of death, and sometimes thats true. In actual fact the Raven is one of the few birds that can move between worlds, and he has given this gift to those species who evolved from him, such as Crows and Rooks and here in Australia, Magpies, Currawongs and Koels share the gift. Magpies and currawongs are frivilous creatures however, and not to be trusted, where the Koel and the Crow are both quiet, contemplative creatures who understand the enormity of such a gift.
Lucky for me, as despite avid bird watching I have never seen an 'Australian Raven' which I am assured exists, somewhere. I met a real Raven once, at the zoo. He was in a little cage all his own and I was amazed at the size - easily 4 or 5 times larger than a standard crow, plump and black. I was enchanted by the long, slender feathers that grew down his dark beak, and drawn into his dark brown eyes. Crows have strange, white eyes, that see things we cannot concieve, and Koels have devil red eyes that they can change back to the Ravens brown at will. Im not kidding. We have a flock here and I see them do it.
Without hesitation I stuck my hand through the bars and was promptly bitten. I thanked him for drawing my blood and stayed with him for awhile to chat and it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life.
Recently, the symbol of a Raven bade me meditate on a problem I have.
I was afraid to, as to meditate, and focus on the problem could draw it straight to me. To open a psychic link Ive tried so hard to sever seemed to me to be very dangerous work. Yet the mind flowers with suggestion, and being a thought witch, all I had to do was think and it was done.
I was surrounded by an old scent and the feel of a skin I havnt known in years. I saw the flashing eyes and heard the voice. Thinking of me are you?... so loud it was. And when I layed down to sleep, I knew the nightmare would be waiting.
The nightmare is always the same but always different. The symbols always remain - The Confrontation, The Chase, The Black Rope. Locations and details change but it always ends the same - with being chained and helpless. Last night the dream began in an entirely different way and I noticed something straight away....
Details were leaping out that had never been there before. Things I couldnt possibly guess. As I talked with him, something became glaringly obvious.
I was actually talking to him. This was not my mind playing with me - he was really there. And my dream self was not someone I was watching as if on a movie screen - I was actually looking out of her eyes. So I was really there too. Together we had reached out and created a dreamscape. The essence of our souls had actually sought one another out.
The other player I need to answer my questions showed up as well and then it starts to get really interesting. Theres the confrontation, the fight and the black rope that binds my wrists. The black rope Ive never understood - it doesnt exist, Ive never seen it, yet its been showing up in his dream hands since I was 14.
So, we three are in a car driving somewhere. Ive tried to get free numerous times which is strange in itself - normally dream K gives up as compliantly as a lamb. I even manage to get my legs up and slam him against the car door but he almost breaks my ankle before I can smash his ribs. Deciding I need my feet I quit it for awhile, and start asking questions.
They answer them but its ambiguous - I cant believe them anyway so the questions become useless. He slides across the seat and I think oh here we go, fun and games. He pulls up the sleeve of my shirt and gets out his lighter. Great. I know this game, alright. Played it for years.
Thats another strange thing - Im wearing clothes I actually OWN. Normally in dreams its dream clothes too, but this is actually an out fit of mine.
While he's heating up his lighter I catch his eyes. "Theres something Ive wanted to tell you for years. I hurt you and I know that. It wasnt fair, because I told you I loved you so many times. I really, really just want to say, Im sorry"
He looks at me in complete disbelief. Then goes bersek - screaming about what a bitch I am and all the rest. Its not long before the car stops in a deserted place and he grabs my hair while the other opens the door and grabs my bound wrists. Get Out. Walk.
I get out, and we stand there for a minute while they discuss their next step. I slam the heel of my boot down on his toe, kick the other one in the gut and bolt. Not easy with tied hands but Im legging it for all Im worth. Theyre after me, of course, but all this is strange as hell. Ive never fought back like this - ever!
I end up hiding behind a rock while I get my hands free. They flank me, and Im not sure where they are as I inch away. One of them surprises me but I get in a punch and an elbow to his face before the other jumps on my back. We're on a slope - I slam my weight backwards and we roll and I come up on my feet and slam my foot down on his ribs. Oh, that cracking gives me so much satisfaction Id like to just grind my foot down, but the other ones recovering. Quick! Tie him with the same rope that was just on me and punch him again. Fist hurts - doesnt matter. Slam my fist into the solar plexis and watch him spasam.
Quick! Even with broken ribs hes getting up! A few kicks to the gut sort that out. I start patting him down - I want a smoke and I know he'll have a knife here.....Somewhere.....AHA! Got it! So I light a smoke and flick the knife out and now theyre answering my fucking questions! But Im still me, Im not perfect. While Im holding down this one and finally getting satisfaction, the one Ive forotten about gets free. As usual, I end up in chains, but defiant - seeking a chink in the armour, seeking escape. The wolf has torn through the deer and left its hide steaming in the woods as it howls its splendor at the moon.
First thing this morning, on my radio show they are talking about dreams - talking in your sleep and such, and they move on to the topic of controlling dreams. Im grinning, thinking "Im way ahead guys..."
And soon after, I get one of my favourite songs, 'Eye of the tiger' by Survivor. Here are the lines that spoke to me this morning.
"Will to survive"
"The THRILL of the fight.."
"Rising up to the challenge of our rivals"
My own mind trapped me alright - fooled me into thinking I was a fucking rabbit! My only fear is that someone or something other than myself would get hurt. But by being afraid and hiding myself I only ensure that my enemies must find other targets.
I have to be the only target. Come and get me boys, finally, Kleonaptra is ready.
And Artemis is with me.
First Id like to give to some background on how I got there. We all know that the Raven is a messenger. Some misguided people believe him to be a messenger of death, and sometimes thats true. In actual fact the Raven is one of the few birds that can move between worlds, and he has given this gift to those species who evolved from him, such as Crows and Rooks and here in Australia, Magpies, Currawongs and Koels share the gift. Magpies and currawongs are frivilous creatures however, and not to be trusted, where the Koel and the Crow are both quiet, contemplative creatures who understand the enormity of such a gift.
Lucky for me, as despite avid bird watching I have never seen an 'Australian Raven' which I am assured exists, somewhere. I met a real Raven once, at the zoo. He was in a little cage all his own and I was amazed at the size - easily 4 or 5 times larger than a standard crow, plump and black. I was enchanted by the long, slender feathers that grew down his dark beak, and drawn into his dark brown eyes. Crows have strange, white eyes, that see things we cannot concieve, and Koels have devil red eyes that they can change back to the Ravens brown at will. Im not kidding. We have a flock here and I see them do it.
Without hesitation I stuck my hand through the bars and was promptly bitten. I thanked him for drawing my blood and stayed with him for awhile to chat and it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life.
Recently, the symbol of a Raven bade me meditate on a problem I have.
I was afraid to, as to meditate, and focus on the problem could draw it straight to me. To open a psychic link Ive tried so hard to sever seemed to me to be very dangerous work. Yet the mind flowers with suggestion, and being a thought witch, all I had to do was think and it was done.
I was surrounded by an old scent and the feel of a skin I havnt known in years. I saw the flashing eyes and heard the voice. Thinking of me are you?... so loud it was. And when I layed down to sleep, I knew the nightmare would be waiting.
The nightmare is always the same but always different. The symbols always remain - The Confrontation, The Chase, The Black Rope. Locations and details change but it always ends the same - with being chained and helpless. Last night the dream began in an entirely different way and I noticed something straight away....
Details were leaping out that had never been there before. Things I couldnt possibly guess. As I talked with him, something became glaringly obvious.
I was actually talking to him. This was not my mind playing with me - he was really there. And my dream self was not someone I was watching as if on a movie screen - I was actually looking out of her eyes. So I was really there too. Together we had reached out and created a dreamscape. The essence of our souls had actually sought one another out.
The other player I need to answer my questions showed up as well and then it starts to get really interesting. Theres the confrontation, the fight and the black rope that binds my wrists. The black rope Ive never understood - it doesnt exist, Ive never seen it, yet its been showing up in his dream hands since I was 14.
So, we three are in a car driving somewhere. Ive tried to get free numerous times which is strange in itself - normally dream K gives up as compliantly as a lamb. I even manage to get my legs up and slam him against the car door but he almost breaks my ankle before I can smash his ribs. Deciding I need my feet I quit it for awhile, and start asking questions.
They answer them but its ambiguous - I cant believe them anyway so the questions become useless. He slides across the seat and I think oh here we go, fun and games. He pulls up the sleeve of my shirt and gets out his lighter. Great. I know this game, alright. Played it for years.
Thats another strange thing - Im wearing clothes I actually OWN. Normally in dreams its dream clothes too, but this is actually an out fit of mine.
While he's heating up his lighter I catch his eyes. "Theres something Ive wanted to tell you for years. I hurt you and I know that. It wasnt fair, because I told you I loved you so many times. I really, really just want to say, Im sorry"
He looks at me in complete disbelief. Then goes bersek - screaming about what a bitch I am and all the rest. Its not long before the car stops in a deserted place and he grabs my hair while the other opens the door and grabs my bound wrists. Get Out. Walk.
I get out, and we stand there for a minute while they discuss their next step. I slam the heel of my boot down on his toe, kick the other one in the gut and bolt. Not easy with tied hands but Im legging it for all Im worth. Theyre after me, of course, but all this is strange as hell. Ive never fought back like this - ever!
I end up hiding behind a rock while I get my hands free. They flank me, and Im not sure where they are as I inch away. One of them surprises me but I get in a punch and an elbow to his face before the other jumps on my back. We're on a slope - I slam my weight backwards and we roll and I come up on my feet and slam my foot down on his ribs. Oh, that cracking gives me so much satisfaction Id like to just grind my foot down, but the other ones recovering. Quick! Tie him with the same rope that was just on me and punch him again. Fist hurts - doesnt matter. Slam my fist into the solar plexis and watch him spasam.
Quick! Even with broken ribs hes getting up! A few kicks to the gut sort that out. I start patting him down - I want a smoke and I know he'll have a knife here.....Somewhere.....AHA! Got it! So I light a smoke and flick the knife out and now theyre answering my fucking questions! But Im still me, Im not perfect. While Im holding down this one and finally getting satisfaction, the one Ive forotten about gets free. As usual, I end up in chains, but defiant - seeking a chink in the armour, seeking escape. The wolf has torn through the deer and left its hide steaming in the woods as it howls its splendor at the moon.
First thing this morning, on my radio show they are talking about dreams - talking in your sleep and such, and they move on to the topic of controlling dreams. Im grinning, thinking "Im way ahead guys..."
And soon after, I get one of my favourite songs, 'Eye of the tiger' by Survivor. Here are the lines that spoke to me this morning.
"Will to survive"
"The THRILL of the fight.."
"Rising up to the challenge of our rivals"
My own mind trapped me alright - fooled me into thinking I was a fucking rabbit! My only fear is that someone or something other than myself would get hurt. But by being afraid and hiding myself I only ensure that my enemies must find other targets.
I have to be the only target. Come and get me boys, finally, Kleonaptra is ready.
And Artemis is with me.
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Comment by RubySoho
Music Zone
Thought Zone
Last night I dreamed that my flatmate had moved the fridge.
Comment by tlcorbin
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Thanks for stopping by....My topics arent quite as stimulating as yours, but I get a kick out of it. If I dreamed something like that Id probably wake up to find the fridge HAD moved!
Raven,
Stronger for sure. Got to get your priorities straight sometimes.